Enough !!

how long must one endure?

giving up not coz I don’t care

but because others don’t

I’ve fuckin’ had enough



stepping back from life’s bullshit

fighting a losing battle

trying not to lose war

by losing the battle



how deep must one dig?

until you find it all,

then to discover

maybe you still do

….

© 2020 michael d emmerich

© 2020 mikesnexus.com

Too Tired To..

I

the last autumn leaf cleaves

bone tired, refusing to fall

grasping the weathered phalange

extending from the gnarled skeletal branch

reaching ….

by a mere filament it hangs

to stubborn … or

too tired to fall

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that feeling, at days end

when the marrow has been sucked

from the core of your life

when you just too tired to sigh

……

yes, one of those days

that’s how I wake up these days

© 2020 michael d emmerich

© 2020 mikesnexus.com

What is Home?

home is where we start

but not where were it ends

the pathway from birth to death

is littered with choices



collected, used, stored, discarded

some stones sparkle and tempt

others lie cracked, damaged, exposed

by life's harsh realities



yet there is value in these damaged stones

and then, one day, I will die somewhere

against my will or another’s

but not today
© 2020 michael d emmerich
© 2020 mikesnexus.com

Who Shall Mourn?

if I pass away in some foreign field

sun burnt white back bones

the brittle stations of the cross

civilisations like bones

… turn to dust



who will know to come and mourn?

if they knew, would they?

eulogy or legacy

what remains

.. other than another day



as the worlds falls apart

the strings are pulled

it all unravels, at the end

I can’t leave, but eventually I will

just passing through

 

© 2020 Michael D Emmerich
© 2020 mikesnexus.com

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The Great Leveller

all paths eventually arrive

at the same destination

whatever one’s station

be it the cross or another



unity at the end

playing fields are levelled

for in death

all are equal



paths of glory or despair

all lead to death

none can transcend or escape

the level playing field
© 2020 Michael D Emmerich
© 2020 mikesnexus.com

What is this Life?

who the fuck are you?

who tells you who you are?

the world or your inner voice?



what is this life

what’s the reason or purpose?

born, exist, die



passion before action

affirming what is before

yes, suffering is real



for a season

choose one, fall into discontent

only one time for each season



let your inner voice scream

into the chasm

even if fuck all happens
© 2020 Michael D Emmerich
© 2020 mikesnexus.com

 

Lacefully Ensnared

delicate filigree entwining

enticing, ensnaring

woven webs capturing



beauty created by the unknown

what lies in the voids

the spaces between threads



what could be isn’t there

or is it

the mystery of the unknown

……

just imagine
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus.com

A beautifully dried leaf isolated on black depicts nature's beauty.

Medic’s Epitaph

looking back, I gaze

at a red and broken past

around my feet lies the present

an uncertain yet clear future lies before



surrounded by pain

time spent with the dead and dying

understanding death at times

comes easier than conversing with the living



contemplation brings a deeper appreciation of life

all I want my epitaph to be

is not confusion, but

…..

“just trying to leave someone alive”
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus.com

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Wish on the Wind?

it’s a mystery to me how it commences

only the wind remembers

from whence it came and where it goes

yet we wish on it

with dandelions in bloom



will the wind ever remember

that wish it blows on its way

for at the end of the day

all for that we yearn

is to be remembered by name



at days end when the clouds lift

light will breakthrough

yet the wind will not look back

but ….

what of us, should we
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus.com

 

Rivers of Time

time passes as the river flows

from whence it comes

to where it goes

cutting a pathway

leaving scars in its wake

once passed we cannot return


in the beginning

from birth

forced through cracks

from a trickle great steams grow

going with the flow

as time passes



great rivers are master sculptors

seeking new horizons

forging into the unknown

until

at days end

all rivers merge

no second chances



all the while

time passes
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus.com

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